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themanthemyththeverite · 1 year

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Rekindle

A/N 1: Short and sweet little piece I’ve been working on!

In the dead of night, surrounded by nothing but the hum of the engine and silence, a hand creeps over yours.

It curls slowly. Patiently. Fingers meet fingers, as each one of yours is slowly pried off the steering wheel, leaving it entirely under the control of your left hand. But yes, it’s slow. So gentle. Calming, even, almost enough to distract you from what you know is a bad idea.

Almost.

“Yeonhee.”

The hand doesn’t stop.

“Yeonhee.”

Catch a glimpse of a smirk though the pull continues, extends your elbow until it’s almost straight and your hand is enveloped in consistent warmth, clasped between swathes of soft cotton.

“I’m driving, you know.”

But nothing changes. Your hand doesn’t move, nor do you try particularly hard to pull free. She doesn’t let go. The darkness on the road suddenly becomes an afterthought to the luminescence inside, however dim that blue glow might be on her face. Sneak a glance to the side, and she catches you with a cheeky wink, her bottom lip caught in her teeth as her hips rut into your palm.

“So pull over.”

That’s all it takes to curb your drive home, to get you to park your car on some random corner, for you to turn all your attention to the distraction beside you, the subject of your utmost attention.

Long overdue attention.

Steal a glance into the backseat; it’s spacious, infinitely more comfortable for any complex maneuverability, though it’s clear that even with the ignition turned off, a new flame sets itself alight, hungry and potent. Those fresh embers scald and burn onto you in the shape of lips, spreading and spreading, though the wet dousing of tongue doesn’t help, rather, it only helps the heat spread with alarming speed.

Fuck the backseat.

Nevertheless, that swiftness is a testament to the nature of her kisses, sweet but punishing, aggressive but comfortable, her body leaning over the border dividing the two of you until your arms loop under and hoist her petite frame over the line; straddling is as natural to her as breathing, her hips plastered against yours, even if messily, like calculated splatters of paint on a canvas.

The seat can’t slide back fast enough, though if you’ve waited seventeen months across an entire ocean, what’s a handful of seconds more over the distance of a few feet?

Only after does space become less of an issue, though that’s not to say it isn’t still one. At least, the softness of her hair distracts you from the cramped corners, the bump of your knees against the dashboard as you subconsciously try to raise them.

“Fuck,” she hisses into your mouth, gasps when your hands find purchase away from her face, grasping and roaming over her back and body until the curve of her ass presents itself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re beneath me.”

Your cheeks flush red as you contemplate the simple fact that you’d just been catching up with her over dinner three hours ago, playful and bright and crazy and god something just clicks—

Logic strikes a harsh note in your perfect harmony, and a strangled groan draws itself out as she grinds down hard, teases your crotch with the fabric of her clothes; you freeze.

“W-wait,” you croak, your throat dried up and crackly. “I d-don’t have any...any, um, condoms, I didn’t think—“

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she interrupts, lets a finger gently shush you. Her eyes twinkle in the gentle darkness of the car, the rest of her body a mere silhouette weighing down on your torso, a steady pressure on your cock that leaves you squirming and breathless. “You haven’t earned that right yet.”

Another slow roll, a billowing wave of lazy pleasure that surges through you as her pussy soaks through her clothes, her panties, teases the throbbing length of your cock through your pants.

“Yet?”

You hardly manage a smirk; she makes it a point to clearly exercise her control over your body, though you’re certainly not oblivious to the sweat that gives her skin a new sheen, adds an extra layer of humidity to the sweltering climate inside the car.

“First date, dummy,” she scoffs, only to choke into a gasp when you take the initiative, buck your hips up into hers; she tips forward, lets her forehead come to a rest against yours and suddenly you’re sinking, sinking, sinking into those brilliant orbs, flickering all over your face. “Y-you can’t expect everything.”

The lightest scent of wine lingers on her breath as she pants, just rubs and rubs and rubs, over and over in your lap—neither of you are in a rush, after all. Why shouldn’t you let that tension build, let the dam swell, let your sanity stretch until you can restrain yourself no longer?

In a way, you’re almost reluctant for change, hesitant to shift Yeonhee from her perch upon you, though she clearly disagrees; while the night may be long, it is not infinite. A slender hand caresses your cheek, brushes along the bridge of your nose as she sinks down for another mind-numbing kiss. You can practically feel your brain short-circuiting with the wetness of her lips, the flick of her tongue in your mouth.

“S-so what can I expect?” you mumble into her mouth, the taste of her lip gloss spreading itself over your tongue.

When she pulls away this time, that change comes. Her legs lift from the sides of your pelvis and she turns, leans her back against your front, one arm circling around to pull your head down to her once again.

“You’ve got hands,” she teases, and her grasp suddenly entwines itself through yours, lifts it so that you’re palming a sensitive breast, squeezing the delicate mound beneath your palm and she’s suddenly just a little less put-together, a little more freeform, her legs rubbing together from where they rest directly between yours. “Maybe we can play this by feel.”

Where she lacks in volume she makes up the difference, squeaking in surprise when you tweak a nipple, yelping when you knead a little harder, downright mewling when your hand finally slips under her pants, finds a stiff bud of nerves and presses; her eyes can’t help but close, her lips cracked open slightly. But her hips are the most elegant of all, sloped and sculpted, perfectly tapered off in your lap to brush just enough against your pants without truly granting you release.

“Fuck,” you grunt, before your lips find something better to do in sucking on the soft skin of her exposed neck and collar.

What little control remains shatters as Yeonhee raises her arms, quivering all the while as she practically tears off her jacket, her shirt underneath, her bra. You’re more than happy to help her discard it all until she whines, bucks her core harder against your teasing fingers. Her haughtiness evaporates, leaving behind only sweat and slick, her desire bared in the form of her naked back pressing against your clothes—it only makes you hug her tighter, leave a deeper mark on her neck.

“Fuck,” you whisper, repeating yourself. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, you’re killing me.”

If your vulgarity bothers her, she doesn’t show it, settling for sinking deeper in your lap, relishing the knuckle-deep burial of your finger into her, laughing almost incredulously at the jolt of pleasure that races through her body. Such a smile quickly shifts back to yearning, back to confusion; she’s searching, searching, but what for?

So you guide her. In and out. In and out. It almost feels like a funeral march with how slow your rhythm pulses, trapped in an adagio of anguish.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please.”

And it’s not really a plea. Certainly not. You’re simply giving, giving, giving until she can’t take any more. There’s no leverage, no advantage state, even as she’s glazed over from her eyes to her smooth tummy, billowing like a loose sail in the breeze, stretching and contracting like a spring over and over and over again. The laws of her body rest in the tips of your fingers, but you have no intention of hesitation, no want to prolong her sweet suffering.

So you acquiesce.

It’s easy, of course, to simply pump faster. Now her clit simply meets the flat of your palm as you bury your fingers inside of her, nip at the edges of her ear, tug on her hair. And so the world spins, rolls within the confines of her head as chocolate irises unfocus, then close; her hands scratch at leather seats, claw at your clothed forearm, while her head tilts into the crook of your neck, limp.

“You’re so wet,” you hum against her, press soft, oddly chaste kisses to her temple. “So fucking wet and pretty.”

“G-god, I...I want...”

She pouts, licks her lips weakly as one eye opens just a crack. Clearly, words are beyond her current faculties, and even her hips, her walls stutter with every moment, with every breath.

“I know,” you whisper. “I know. I’ve got you, okay?”

The tightrope stretches tighter, the bowstring drawn taut as your other hand comes down to rest over her clit, a gentle press, swirl, rub, and she keens softly in tandem; each cry is an ember of a past both of you are eager to reignite, the mark of a history that ties you together in this moment. Even as she unravels, comes undone slowly, surely, the thought strikes you, brings a tiny smile flitting over your face amidst the need and lustful carnage.

She’s no less elegant now as she was when you left.

Then the dam breaks, shatters. The softness of her voice, long gone, grows only hoarser as her peak wracks her body with sobs, with semi-fulfilled cries; yes, the prophecy has been satisfied, the conditions met, but not quite. The both of you know this incantation, this informal affirmation of belief is not yet over, even as she pants and pants and pants, her breath dusting along your shoulder, the fabric of your shirt marred with the mark of her teeth. Even with your clothes to bite down on, she can’t help the shriek that flows out from past the flood, that high of ecstasy that rushes past clenching walls; it all utterly wrecks her, wracks her body, turns her into a quivering, shaky mess, dead weight on your lap.

You can only hold her tight, continue your ministrations until she shifts uncomfortably, until her tremors finally devolve into small aftershocks, until her warm gaze returns to lock onto yours, to give you a look so vulnerable you can’t help but hold her closer, smell the lilac in her hair, press a kiss to the crown of her head.

And now, even now, with shaky limbs and a body as limp as a marshmallow, she giggles.

“I missed this.”

Ignore the ache between your pants, a tightness that only seems to grow more irritated the more stagnant Yeonhee sits. “Leave it to you to weasel out another free meal from me.”

“Hey!”

This time, she laughs, her eyes narrowing into a haughty glare, though toothless in nature. A gentle slap on the chest graces your body, and you can practically feel your heart jump within your ribcage; those palpitations are only enhanced, further enamored when her lips curl into a pout.

“What? It’s true, no?”

She looks away, sheepish and shy, and though her cheeks redden, it’s her eyes, those accursed, glittering jewels that you’re captured by; mischief brews deep within, slowly bubbles to the surface as a soft hand traces down your front and you’re acutely aware of her body shifting, moving, sliding down until she’s practically on her haunches bracketing you once again.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Intrinsically, you know why she’s there. You know why she’s hunched over, her back arched to fit in such a tiny space, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she scans your midsection, studies the embarrassing protrusion. It’s the prophecy again, an exchange of faith, a reacquaintance of your bodies that’s finally coming full circle.

In her eyes, you can almost spot a speck of pity, a mildly condescending sort of sweetness; aw, you poor thing. The words, however unspoken, are apparent when she gives you a gentle squeeze, and her eyes stare into yours with a careful attentiveness. Does this feel good?

Her questions demand responses, and yet, only when her fingers slowly tug at your pants, reach underneath to soothe the entrapped stiffness of your cock do you manage to open your mouth, manage to speak through a quiet groan.

And yet, only when her fingers slowly tug at your pants, reach underneath to soothe the entrapped stiffness of your cock do you manage to open your mouth, manage to speak through a quiet groan.

“Yeonhee,” you sigh. Her name falls from your lips on instinct, comfortable and solid, and she hums pleasantly beneath you, eyes shining up with gentle mirth as if to say I haven’t even done anything yet.

That much is certainly untrue, not with the way she moves, the way her hands move under your shirt and pants, caressing everything and nothing all at once, your cock throbbing so harshly that you feel as though your whole body might burst from the heat.

And already, your face grows heated. You can hardly bear to keep watching, though neither can you wrench your gaze away. Your fingers curl around the armrests of the seat as she slowly unsheathes you from your pants, makes quick work of them before placing a tentative kiss on the tip; still, you can only wince and wait.

“Not bad,” she murmurs, and finally, finally she permits a hand to curl around your shaft, to slowly inch up and down, up and down. “Not bad at all.”

Groan as your head pitches back, as she gives a tentative lick up, then around, then oh, oh—soft lips wrap themselves tightly around the girth of your cock and she gags, lets out an unseemly groan with you buried in her mouth as far as you’ll go.

The warmth of her mouth is only accentuated by the thick coating of saliva that greets you, and her slender fingers, ever attentive, squeeze at your thighs, reach around to your ass; she pushes and pushes and pushes, practically forcing you to sink deeper and deeper into the recesses of her throat.

“F-fuck,” you groan. “You look...god, so fucking good with my cock in your mouth like that.”

A blush paints her cheeks, rewards your praise, though she quickly surfaces with a gasp, a sheepish little smile. “Really?”

And her tone is disbelieving, almost incredulous as her hand stays coiled tight around your length, sliding up and down with the schlick, schlick, schlick of mixed precum and spit; her surprise is reason enough for you to shake your head, give her a heady look.

“You do, Yeonhee. You do,” you say softly. “You do all the time. You’re pretty. You’re fucking hot and sexy and cute and fuck, I...I just want to throw you up against a wall and take you right now.”

A bite of the lip. Her absent, empty hand reaches down between her legs and you can practically feel the parting of her lips, the sopping heat between them flaring up as she sighs, lets the brush of her breath skim along the edges of your aching cock. It isn’t fair, of course, with how easy it is for her to tease, to prod, to poke, but she does it anyway; dissatisfaction has a hard time manifesting with her hand squeezing the life and soul out of you.

She’s diligent if nothing else, her hand quickly replaced yet again with her mouth, hot and eager, so willing to work, to please; your eyes twitch with the faintest mist of tears though hers are the ones that roll back. She doesn’t surface even as she quivers with effort, as choked moans die in her throat, jammed down by your shaft. Her fingers work her own clit rougher with each passing moment, just as your hands start to gain purchase in her hair, hold her down just a little harder.

When she releases your cock with a gasp, a heavy inhale for air, her throat is enflamed and pink, her makeup ragged with tears and bubbly saliva, though still she grins, pumps your cock with a vigor that makes you cry out.

But she’s pensive, you notice. It’s the blush that paints her cheeks, the redness that shoots up her neck and tinges the corners of her ears, the coy little smile mixed with a healthy dose of shyness that tells you she’s thinking, thinking, thinking; then she’s rising from where she had knelt attentively at your cock, pushing you back into the seat with more tongue than lips.

“Do you,” she mumbles, breathless and flushing, “promise to pull out?”

Her words transport you back to another time, a different date on a different date, when her body was still as new to you as yours was to her. An era when college was still fresh to the both of you, and you hadn’t imagined following your dreams out of the country could possibly hurt so bad. Glassy-eyed but eager, your jaw hangs slack for a moment.

“I—yes,” you manage, and she grins. “Please.”

Her shoes clatter to the ground as she straddles you, teases the head of your cock with a soft thumb; you almost forget she’s wearing pants before she’s taking care of that too, sliding them down to her knees.

“Good,” she says. “I’ll slap you if you don’t.”

Then the torture begins anew; you groan as she glides over you, as suddenly the slickness of her pussy slips over your cock. It’s a reminder she’s just as desperate as you are, and her panties slide to the side with an easy tug, stained with tangy wetness.

“This...um, this is...”

Her head bumps against the ceiling of the car and she yelps as your hands reach around to grip her waist, to give her a soft squeeze; her expression turns sheepish, playful, then she leans back down.

“Sorry,” she whispers, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Still a klutz, I see.”

She pouts. “It’s not my fault your car’s so small! I’m used to working with more... luxurious conditions, you know.”

This time, you raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, so you liked the practice rooms then? The ones in the music building?”

“At least I could straighten my legs in those,” she scoffs, “and the lights made it easier for me to see you.”

Her hands cup the sides of your face gently as she stares down at you, her body a silhouette in the moonlight, under the streetlamp, and she cocks her head, tosses her hair over one shoulder with a heavy sigh as your cock sinks into her folds. You can only relish in the tightness of her pussy, your hands digging into her flesh; you hum. She hisses.

“Yeonhee?” Your voice is soft, unsteady, but one hand reaches up to caress her hair, her back. “If you need to—“

“I-I’m fine,” she groans. “It’s just...it’s been a while since, um, well, since I’ve done this. With anyone. With you. Especially with you.”

It takes a moment, but eventually she sheathes you deeply, encapsulates your shaft in her warmth, and you can’t help but pull her close, level her with the weakest glare possible.

“It’s been three semesters,” you mutter. “You didn’t have to wait for me. I thought we agreed—”

Yeonhee pulls away sharply, her gaze sharper. Now, it’s all business; needs must be met, desires must be satisfied, and hunger must be sated. When she speaks again, it’s almost in a different voice entirely, husky and impatient, less impetulant and cute than it is domineering and ambitious.

“Don’t worry about that,” she scoffs before her finger comes to your lips, shutting you up. “Worry about how much I want you. How bad I want you right now. I’m not waiting another date, not when you’ve already made me wait for a year and a half.”

She takes your hand in hers, guiding them down to her pussy, staining them in stickiness and liquid desire. You swallow down the groan in your throat.

“Feel that? That’s your responsibility,” she says, and her eyes bore into yours hypnotically. “And I’m done being patient.”

It’s a twisted kind of communication: body to body, mouth to mouth, cock to dripping pussy. But Yeonhee’s not a liar, not by a long shot, not with the language of her hips driving you insane. So warm. So tight. She fucks herself down onto you with all the gentleness of the truth, which is to say not at all.

The bounce of her firm ass tells some of this story—maybe some exposition, some worldbuilding—but the reality of the situation unravels inside of her, not soft yet not rough, a careful design to an imperfect universe. It’s just you and just her, connected at every point and with every inch of skin either of you can manage.

“Yeonhee...mm, Yeon—”

“I’ve waited so damn long,” she whispers against your tongue, “to feel this cock again. F-fuck, it feels...so good.”

Up. Down. Your eyes water from the pressure, the stretching of that rubber band somewhere in your brain as you hum and hum and hum, so desperate for more and so desperate for less. You want to explode, but you want this to last forever. You want to make her scream, but you also want her to savor her whimpers, her shivery breaths. You want to tell her you missed her too, and that you wish you could’ve felt this way every night.

But you can’t. The words jam in your throat. Maybe it’s her tongue that slams the brakes on your eloquence, but then again, maybe it’s the way you’re moaning louder than she is, muttering please, please, fuck, please over and over and over again.

“Nothing fills me like you do,” she murmurs. “Not my fingers. Not my...f-fuck, ugh, not my toys. You don’t know how much I’ve imagined you, how much I’ve dreamed of you.”

Struggle to respond, so you get stuck. Again. “Yeonhee. Yeonhee. Yeonhee, Yeonhee, Yeonhee.”

“So deep. So thick. Just enough when you—” she quivers, sighs as her walls clench in tandem with her falling momentum—“pound me up to my womb. So, so, so...”

She bites down on her lip when you push back into her; relationships are about meeting each other halfway after all. Your arms reach up, wrap around her back, pull her in closer so you can get better leverage. She squeals at the first thrust, moans at the second, softens into putty at the third until she’s limp against your chest. Take it as a point of pride and a token of motivation as her mouth weakly catches yours, lazy kisses pressed to the corners of your lips, the smooth skin of your jaw and neck.

But you’re not lazy. You pick up the slack, though she makes it hard and harder still, teeth teasing at your skin, sucking on your pulse point. Whatever. Your cock doesn’t need to think. Neither do you. No, the only thing that drives you know is habit, however long lost it is. Stir her up inside, feel the squelch of her walls around your cock. She whines when your fingers knead at her supple flesh, deliver a not-so-gentle spank.

She spares a glance up, though you’re unsure if its her eyes rolling or her head moving; regardless, she cups your cheeks in her hands to steady the unfocused bob of your own vision. Up, down, up, down, the fire burns brighter and brighter, memories grow more and more vivid as you add another moment to the collection. Another thrust and she’s reeling, you’re reeling, the world is reeling with something—something sweet, something desperate, something irresistible, and the word bubbles behind your lips, into her mouth while she whispers, “Yes, right there, right there, right there, show me how much you missed me, missed fucking this tight pussy.”

And you do, because you did. You missed her like the flowers miss the bees once they leave, in every waking and dreaming moment. Studying, eating, lying in bed, staring at your phone. And now she’s here—a damn miracle wrapped around you, holding you, loving you.

“Shit,” you groan, and she takes the moment to kiss you long and hard, her hips machine-like as she rides you into a brilliant sunset of white and orange and red.

Her legs split apart wider with every passing second, her walls slicker and tighter all at the same time. Lips clench faster and faster as she sucks into your mouth, her tongue sloppily pressing against yours. Yeonhee kisses you almost as hard as she fucks herself on your cock, which is to say needily, desperately, like the passage of time has grown all too slow and her own orgasm much too close.

“Please, oh god, please,” she whimpers into your mouth. “How...how...do you feel so good?”

You might even answer that, though she beats you to the punch with a wail, her legs quivering wildly as her body judders to a stop, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers clenched like talons around your face. Her mouth opens and closes, an ‘o’ frozen for but a moment until she stutters out a quiet oh, fuck and she’s coming; she collapses on top of your chest, a sweaty, panting, shaking mess of blinding ecstasy.

Your hands are lost for a moment, free in the air until they settle over her back; stroke up and down, gentle and soft until her breathing slows to a crawl and she's sliding your still-hard cock out of her wet, dripping pussy.

"Fuck," you hiss, and she laughs then, short and sweet, her hair swinging over her face as she slides back over to her seat. "Fuck, I wanted to fill you up.”

Her legs untangle stickily from yours, thighs dripping with a tremble. She shivers as she sits in her seat, the leather long since cooled off without her body heat.

A nod, and a gentle smile turns wicked.

“Then drive, darling. Take me home.”

A/N 2: Hello! Been a long while since I’ve posted. Recently I’ve had a lot of stuff to take care of, and life has finally stabilized enough for me to at least finish this. Hope you all are doing well, and I might be able to get more out after this one, though I won’t make promises I’m not sure I’ll keep. This one was pretty short and concise for the most part, and Yeonhee’s been rising on my list for a little bit so I kind of just felt like writing her (@ggidolsmuts is to blame for this). My future projects will attempt to expand my horizons, so continue to expect fresh faces to the lineup (I’m working on Honesty too, I promise). As always, send asks as you wish, and I hope you enjoyed reading!

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Just look at me, please?

Half- ghoul, male reader x Alice Cullen )

Word count is just over 4k.

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'Blood. Food. Something unfamiliar. It's been like that for the last 2 weeks. I just wish I knew what it was.'

I was so lost in thought that I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going, bumping into a friend of mine from class. "Oh sorry Alice, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

Quickly scooping her books quickly together, I handed them over to her as she laughed a little at my expense. "Y/n, its okay I'm fine. Thank you." Her brow creased a little as her expression became more serious. "Are you okay?"

For some reason, I never could meet her gaze, it gave me too much anxiety. "Um, yea..." Inhaling to steady my nerves, there was that strange scent again, "Yea, I'm okay. In the uh, loosest sense of the word."

An awkward pause, and I could feel many eyes landing on me as Alice went to speak again, the social tension and overwhelming presence of still bodies causing me to speak first. "Anyway, I gotta go, next class. See you around Al!"

Stepping around her, I quickly pushed through the crowds until I reached outside, and even then I didn't stop until I was clear of the few stragglers mingling outside the school. The weather was nice, not sunny but not cold either; the blanket of clouds keeping the air a comfortable temperature as I leaned against the wall of one of the dull buildings.

Inhaling deeply, I scratched around in my bag as I flung it off my shoulder, "C'mon where is it where is it?!"

Freezing, I closed my eyes as I heard footsteps approaching, there heartbeats crystal clear. "Hey freak! Looking for this?!"

I knew exactly who it was, and I had every reason to tear him to shreds; I really did. But then I would probably draw the attention of local authorities and that was not something I could afford. "Jonny, give it here. Unless you want to die?"

"Oh I'm so scared!" Raucously laughing as he took a step closer, "And what will you do to me? Huh?"

"You know, I never tolerated bullies." Without so much as opening my eyes, I flung my fist into his stomach, winding him and causing him to drop the ventilator I so desperately needed. "You little-"

His fists came flying, but met only air as I ducked and dodged, not willing to give in to my desires. Thankfully, I didn't need to as a sweet voice rang out and I felt John being thrown backwards. However, my relief was short lived as the wind exhaled and the scent of the person wafted up to my nose, her presence excruciatingly close. "I suggest you leave, unless you want trouble?"

"Are you okay?" I heard her turn to me, a gentle concern lacing her words. "You dropped this by the way. Are you asthmatic?"

I shook my head, grasping the ventilator as best as my trembling hands could, lifting it to my lips and inhaling the RC suppressant as it filled my mouth. "Then why do you have a ventilator?"

"Alice..." my voice was becoming raspy as I fought of the hunger, "Not a good time for questions."

As I took another puff, I rolled my eyes internally as she asked, "Why?"

"Because, Alice Cullen. I'm hungry and tired, now if you'll excuse me." Again pushing past her, I felt a twinge of guilt, sadness even.

'If you knew what I was...if I hurt you, I could never live with myself.'

***

"Y/n..." I called out, but he was gone. I felt someone drop down beside me, turning with a dismissive glace I shook my head at Edwards antics. "Boy problems, sis?"

"I just can't figure him out. He doesn't smell like a human, but at the same time he does. I can't see his future or his decisions. I can almost smell the blood on him. I keep bumping into him, I can't forget him. When we do talk he never looks at me, and..." Sighing softly, I shook my head turning away from my brother. "He never seems to be happy."

Edward was quiet for a moment, before his hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can't read his mind either, but I'm sure we'll figure out. Maybe this is the challenge you saw?"

"Maybe..." Watching Y/n's form retreating to his car, I watched as he threw his bag into the boot before he got in and pulled off. 'What are you hiding Y/n?'

***

Exploring the forest at night, alone; never a good idea. Especially if I'm in it, and you're a human. Gently whispering a passing prayer, I set to work on devouring the body in front of me. A suicide victim, I'd guess around 23 years old, male. It was better like this, I tell myself, less suffering for all involved. I heard a twig snap in the silent night, loud and clear through the air. "Who's there?"

Silence.

"I'm warning you, this isn't a fight you want..." A faint rustle to my left was the give away as I leaned back, leaving one leg in place as my assailant came hurtling out from the brush. Colliding with my leg, they tumbled as I tripped them, their body slamming into a tree. "How?!"

They sounded exasperated, slightly shocked, and most definitely angry. Smiling to myself, the rain that had been threatening overhead for a while now began to fall as I listed my head backwards, inhaling the scent of blood mixing with the smell of rain. "There is always a bigger fish."

My assailant lunged at me again, and I finally got a good look at them, a blonde with red eyes and a pale face. She looked vaguely familiar but that was not something I was committed to figuring out right this instance. Ducking under her swipes, I smiled softly as I caught her arms, that same unfamiliar scent filling my nose. "You're not gonna win."

Pushing her off me, I jumped up to where they landed, slinging my foot out as I slipped my hands into my pockets. The person flew through not one but 3 tree's, the old woods thundering under the blows as the fell apart. Slowly walking forward, I tilts my head slight at the female. "What a shame. Tis a pity; I would have happily shared. But no, why do we always have to fight first hm?"

My ears tingled at the sound of movement; jumping backwards as a large burly mass crashed down in front of me. "Don't you want to talk my good sir?"

Without looking up, I sighed as I dodged several attacks that were sent in my direction, the males voice gruff and familiar. "Leave her alone. Or I will tear you apart!"

"Oh is that so? Well then," Finally having grown bored of the dialogue, I blocked the male's strike with my shin, in the same movement sending him skidding backwards from a kick, "Let's dance shall we?"

Allowing my Kagune to break free, my vision in the dark became clearer as my right iris changed to its brilliant black and red, two pairs (so four) tentacle like appendages burst out of my lower back whilst two wings that moved like flames burst out of my shoulders. I found myself a little exhausted, but it was a minor problem for now. This fight, however, did need to end; and fast.

"Lets see how you handle me now, shall we?" Catapulting myself forward at the speed of sound, I stabbed the males leg, noting how strange it felt, and cutting his side before slamming into the female who had just managed to rise off the ground, leaving two nasty but shallow gashes on her back as I vaulted over her. When I landed and regained my balance, time seemed to resume as the reacted. I vaguely wondered if this was the first time they had sustained such injuries.

"Wh-what are you?!" The male was huffing as he lifted the female up and began to back away; I was happy to note the fear in his voice. "I am a ghoul, the apex predator. Now go, before I change my mind about sparing you..."

When I turned to look, they were both gone. Frowning, I'll admit I was disturbed by the distinct lack of blood, and at the speed they took off in. "Best hurry up and get out of here before they come back with friends."

Finishing off my feast, I took off into the night, heading home; now sated and refueled.

***

*Alice pov*

Edward, Bella and I had been playing a game of cards with Carlisle and Esme, I had an uneasy feeling about halfway through the game but couldn't place why. It wasn't until Edward jumped up, racing out to the door, that I realized what was wrong. Edwards voice flitted through the houses as the rest of us joined him. "What happened to you guys?"

Emmett heaved past him, allowing Edward to help carry Rosalie through to the lounge where he sat her down, only for her to hiss at him. "My back!"

Frowning as I helped her to roll onto her side, my hand clasped to my mouth as an unbidden gasp left my lips. Carlisle appeared beside me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the wounds. "Strange...Emmett, how long ago were these inflicted?"

He shook his head, a slight tremble in his voice. "I-I don't know, maybe twenty minutes ago?"

"You scared big guy?" Edward joked, but his smile fell abruptly when Emmett's gaze landed on him. "You have no idea what it was like..."

"What what was like?" I pressed, hoping to find out more.

"Being second in the pecking order." Rose's strained voice echoed in the still living room. "That...thing beat us like we were human toddlers...I should have just left it, it smelt off before I even moved against it."

"What did it smell like?" Carlisle spoke softly, but his eyes were calculating, trying to decipher a problem only he could know the answer too. "Half human, half non-human, I don't even know how to describe it. It smelt like ...blood and ice."

"Explain exactly what happened, everything." Carlisle sat in front of Emmett who launched into his story, from start to finish. When he finished, no one spoke for a good while; the only sound to be heard was the two of them sipping on blood bags, attempting to heal their wounds. "Did you see what he looked like?"

Rosalie nodded, "He had green eyes, before they became black, short black hair. Other than that, no."

I frowned, my mind working things over. The puzzle was so nearly complete, yet so infuriatingly difficult to finish; I could swear I knew who they were describing. The night passed in relative silence, Edward having taken Bella home at 11. I approached Carlisle sometime during the night, gently knocking on his office door. "Come in."

"Is something bother you Alice?" I sat in the empty chair, looking at my dad as he placed the book he was currently reading down. "Yea," Looking from the book back up to him, I shuddered a little, "I feel like I know who attacked Emmett and Rosalie."

He frowned deeply, "I'm sorry?"

Sighing I rambled out my suspicion and my explanation. When I was done, Carlisle clasped his hands pensively as he looked up.

"So this boy that you have in class, that you're always bumping into, that seems depressed; it's this boy you're saying could potentially be the culprit?"

"Sounds about right. But I don't get it, why do our paths always cross? And why did he attack them?"

"Well, the first part," He threw a smirk my way as he continued, "I'll let you figure out. As for the second..."

Taking the book that he slide over me, I read the passage he tapped on. "So he was defending his food?"

Carlisle nodded, getting up from his seat and moving to the window. "Indeed, and Rosalie attacked him first; it's a miracle either of them are alive. Ghouls were supposedly hunted to extinction, but I guess they've just become like we have. Underground, always on the move, and very cautious."

Sitting quietly, I took in Carlisle's words, gazing at the beautifully horrific image of a ghoul depicted in the book in front of me.

***

The next day at school, I kept an especially sharp eye out for my friend. When I did spot him, he seemed to have a little more color than normal in his cheeks. Making my way over to him, I saw his gaze fall just short of my eyes but I didn't worry about it now; I had a mission. "Hey Y/n, you're looking a bit better today!"

He smiled softly, a little flutter of nerves flitted through my stomach as his velvety voice reached my ears. "I'm feeling a bit better yea, had a bit of a long night. And you? You seem more bubbly than normal today. What are you planning?"

He had a certain smugness to his tone as my expression changed to annoyance. "You're no fun N/n."

He shrugged and chuckled, gently punching my arm. I could smell his scent, the blood, the ice, the humanity, but something more...something familiar. "Fine, yes I am planning something. I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over this afternoon after school?"

He tensed, and I saw him bite his cheek, before he nodded carefully. "Um yea, sure. That would be great."

"Awesome!" I smiled, relief flooding me as I turned to go to my first lesson. "I'll see you in the parking lot after school."

***

"Ah shit. What were you thinking Y/n?" My thoughts screamed at me as I waited near the parking lot for Alice. My class had been let out early, so there were few people around me, the cool breezing that would be bringing more rain later this evening a welcome feeling on my face. "So! You ready?"

Turning my head lazily, I was greeted by the lovely sight of Alice, her jacket over her one arm and a dazzling, soft smile on her face. Her infectious smile spread to me in a moment. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Then let's go. Do you want to go in your car and follow or-?"

"I actually walked to school this morning," I jumped in, my nerves getting the better of me. It was true however, and it seemed to be a massive convenience. Alice laughed softly rolling her eyes at me before she made her way over to her car, "Well come on then."

Once inside the car, I had a new appreciation for Alice's style, the music playing already was both good and unique, something I enjoyed listening to as we drove to her house. "Y/n?"

"Hm?" Humming I turned my head a little to show I was listening. "Are you nervous? You've been tapping since we left school."

"I guess a bit yea...No idea why thought." I said, shrugging a little; hoping my blush wouldn't reveal my heart. Truth was, I had a crush on Alice. But, it was stupid. Alice was the popular girl at school that everyone admired. She never dated anyone within the School, and wasn't shy to reject someone harshly, despite her gentle nature.

It was a miracle that I had even managed to become her friend.

"You don't have anything to worry about. I promise." Her voice was soft and reassuring, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"C'mon, we're here." Jumping out of the car, I followed her in; quietly impressed with the house, stylish and clean, modern but conservative. She led me in through the front door into the open living space.

And I froze.

"Hi, I'm Emmett, this is Edward. It's nice to meet you at last, Alice has mentioned you a fair bit." The Burly man from the other nights encounter stood with his hand extended. Shaking his hand firmly, I smiled a little.

"Is it really nice to meet me at last?" I chuckled as they all frowned a little. "What do you mean?"

"Well, let me ask this," I said after I shook Edwards hand, turning back to Emmett, "How are you wounds?"

His eyes widened a little, but he persisted. "What wounds?"

Sighing massively, I decided the game was up; and allowed my iris to turn black. The gasps told me that they were surprised, but I was just as surprised by the lack of hostilities. Chuckling my gaze swept the group present. "No fists today?"

Thankfully, Emmett took it light heartedly, as he slung an arm over me. I saw Alice tense up a little before relaxing slightly, "No, not today. Sorry about that though, we thought were were another vampire and well..."

"Another vampire?" Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Yea, we are all vampires..." Alice spoke softly, a tone of hesitancy in her voice. I just smiled like a 6 year old. "Coooolllll!"

***

The afternoon had passed quite pleasantly. The blonde, who I learnt was Rosalie, was a little timid at first but became more relaxed as the evening came on. Carlisle, their adoptive father, was very interested in my story and specie; asking loads of questions. Esme was very polite; asking about my home life and living conditions. ('Oh, well it's just me. Dad left a large fortune that I've just invested and now everything pays for itself.') Edward was joking about how I gave a whole new meaning to having a 'black eye' and Alice was always nearby, hovering quietly, occasionally chipping in, but generally just observing.

"Okay, I think you've had enough of his attention now. Come on Y/n." Alice jumped up, her hand clasped firmly on my wrist as she pulled me away from the boys, and up stairs. I wasn't paying too much attention until she shouted down the corridor before slamming the door. "No Edward, don't even go there."

Giggling, I looked around her room, admiring the style of it, and the order. "You have a really nice room..."

"Thank you, sorry about no bed; we don't need to sleep so..." I shook my head gently, smiling softly at her, bashfully looking down. "Don't apologies, it's unique. Besides, I think it's cool."

"Thank you." She smiled softly, a quiet pause filling the space between us for a moment. "Y/n...why do you never look at me when we speak?"

The question took me a little by surprise. "Pardon?"

"Whenever we talk, you never look me in the eye, or even directly; its always a little off or not at all... why?" I felt her close the distance, her hand softly resting on my shoulder. Her touch, like always, calming but electric.

"Honestly, I don't know other than it's just been something really...stressful I guess?" Laughing sheepishly as I covered my eyes just a bit. I heard her huff before I was lead over to the couch, her grip firm but gentle as she made me sit, taking a seat opposite me.

"Please, please try?" She bounced a little as she pleaded, talking energetically and animated. Something I could never match. "Why?"

"Because Y/n," She sighed, leaning back, "I want to see your eyes, I want to know you're not afraid of me, that I'm doing everything right, that I'm being a good friend, that I'm not burdening you, that you're okay, that I-"

Every word she spoke, with a pain and frustration in her voice, hurt as they fell on my ears. 'Man up Y/n, just this once...I know it's your crush but like...'

"I just want to know why you're a siren, why your soul calls, why we keep; literally; bumping into each other, I just want to see you; and I know that you have anxiety and-" She had turned in her seat, now talking more to herself than me, facing the door. "Alice?"

My voice was soft, and I'm surprised she heard me as she continued, "I know, I know, I'm bat shit crazy and I'm over thinking and-"

"Alice Cullen!" Sharp and soft, my words cut her off, my hand gently resting on her shoulder. I felt myself swallow hard as my mouth went dry. 'God you're like a teen getting their first kiss Y/n.'

"Yea?" She snapped her head to me, and I finally had a good look at what I had only briefly seen. Her coppery gold eyes were so warm, so full, the worry that she had said too much clear in them as well as the silent apology. There was a tug at my heart, the sounds around us suddenly seemed so much sharper yet quieter, the colors far more vibrant than what should be scientifically reasonable. But above that?

Everything felt right. Like everything was going to be ok.

"You have really mesmerizing eyes Alice..." What meant to come out as a strong, affirmative statement fell off my lips as a whisper, my mind too occupied with the pair of golden orbs that were pulling me in, slowly and gently, ever so inviting. "Thank you, but yours..."

She shook her head a fraction, I could feel her cool breath gently brushing my lips now. "I think I should stop talking..."

A little chuckle left me, a small nod following as my eyes darted between her lips and eyes against my will. I don't recall the last moment, when I fell into her, when that little distance finally disappeared. All that mattered now was how her cold, soft lips felt as they pressed against my own, gently dancing with them. My mind, already fuzzy and incoherent with our beings melding together, became absolutely fritzed as her hands made their way slowly up my arm, my own fingers lacing themselves with her free hand. Every inch her hand crawled higher, up into my hair, was electrifying.

When we finally did part, she was leaning back, and I was hovering over her, her chest heaving softly.

"Wow..."

"Yea..."

"I didn't realize I could make a vampire out of breath?" Smirking smugly, she rolled her eyes, arms draped over my shoulders. "Shut up."

Leaning down to her ear, I felt her shiver as I whispered softly. "Make me."

Biting her lip, I could see there was a new fire in her eyes, but a soft happy smile adorned her face. "Alice...?"

"Yea?" Her face morphed into worry as I became shy once more.

"Do you want to...would you like to...I mean you don't have to but it would be nice if..."

"Y/n..." Gently her hands stroked me hair as she giggled softly. Blushing I took a deep breath, resting my head on her shoulder. "Right...would you like to be my...girlfriend?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have, I'll go no-" Slowly peeling myself away, I felt instantly guilty and stupid. After all, I was nothing to her, right?

"No. You will not go...not after that." She stated firmly, but gently as she pulled me back into her, "Y/n do you believe in soulmates?"

Nodding I pondered aloud for a moment, "Yea, I mean, definitely since what you've made me feel is different but so special..." I hoped my honesty wouldn't bite my hand.

"Well...us, as vampires, have soul mates, just like werewolves imprint on someone, vampires have soulmates. Carlisle described it as, 'your whole world tilts on its access, sounds and colors become brighter, and it feels like everything is going to be ok.' "

"And have you felt that?" I asked, curious to see if I was anything was special.

She turned her head to me, a goofy smile on her face, as she kissed me again, soft and sweet, sending my mind and heart into a wild loopdeloop.

"Yes...with you..." Softly her words were muttered against my lips, ever so quietly. Yet they fell like thunder, awakening my very soul, every fiber of my being was a light.

"And I would very much like to be yours, on one condition."

"What is that condition?"

"Will you be mine?"

#twilight #alice cullen x male reader #alice cullen #malereaderinsert #malereader #fanfic #oneshot

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drades-lair · 1 year

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The Albino PT6

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairings: Striker / Male reader

Ratings: T for language and mild violence

You awoke the next morning to Striker draped lazily over your torso; blankets casually nestled around both your waists. You gently caressed your fingers along Striker's scars on his shoulders remembering the conversation from the previous night. Striker shifted with a groggy moan as his eyes fluttered open to look up at you, a small sleepy smile spreading across his features. "Morning," You offered returning the smile. "Mornin'," Striker retorted Laying together for a few more moments the two of you eventually decided to get up, taking turns at the shower before meeting in the kitchen. Settling down with some coffee both imps were simply wearing loose fitting jogging pants, scrolling lazily through your phones. Striker was the first to break the silence looking up from his phone clearing his throat. "So, I was wonderin' somethin'," Striker started drawing your attention away from your own phone. "Oh? What's that?" You asked arching an eyebrow curiously. "How attached to this shitty place are Ya?" Striker asked continuing his train of thought. "Um...not really...why?" You answered still highly confused by the line of questioning "Well, I've seen Ya fight and Ya can hold yer own, so I was thinkin' perhaps you'd like ta join me...become a hitman," Striker explained taking a sip of coffee afterwards "Really? You want me to become a hitman with you?" You asked in absolute disbelief "Yeah, if Ya want," Striker shrugged casually

“I think I’d be an idiot to turn down that offer,” You responded with a smirk

Later that day you grabbed an old duffle bag that was in the bottom of your closet, packed it and followed Striker out of the apartment. The two of you walked into the landlord’s office where you tossed your keys on his desk explaining you didn’t want the apartment anymore, he attempted to argue with you when Striker stepped forwards shoving a knife into the desks surface. The landlord jerked in fear as the pale imp snarled angrily reiterating that you were leaving with him and the apartment was no longer needed, nodding furiously in agreement the landlord allowed the two of you to leave with no further issue.

Striker mounted Bombproof first then extended a hand, helping you climb up behind him and with a click of his tongue the stallion started off. The two of you rode till the sun was beginning to set at which point Striker brought Bombproof to a halt in the middle of nowhere, fields for miles. You helped set up a camp site including lighting a campfire allowing Striker to prepare some dinner for the two of you, after eating you settled down next to Striker who’d pulled out a guitar. Night set in with the two of you relaxing under the moon when the sound of rustling nearby caught you both off guard, Striker setting his guitar down to pull his pistol from its holster followed by you doing the same and getting into a crouching position. Staring out into the darkness Striker’s tail began to rattle as a warning to whomever might be trying to sneak up on the two of you.

Through the darkness lunged a bulky male demon with scaly, navy-blue skin, 5 sickly green eyes and spikes that protruded from his body in various areas. Striker’s smirk grew wider flashing those sharp teeth of his as his tail rattled louder with a deep hiss erupting from his chest. The demon gave a snarl in turn barreling towards Striker who got off a shot however it missed as the demon dodged out of the way, lashing out with a long whipping tail that smacked Striker’s pistol out of his hand. The pale imp growled irritably before lunging at the hulking demon using his smaller stature to slink around the behemoths form. You meanwhile used a little trick that you’d not shown off yet, focusing your scales began to ripple eventually turning you invisible allowing you to quietly slip around the brawling duo of Striker and the demon. Removing your cloths to become fully invisible you situated yourself in the darkness to hide the pistol you were currently holding as you couldn’t make it invisible.

Striker managed to hold his own well unfortunately his maneuvers were taking a lot more out of him then the ones the demon were making leading to a single lapse in judgement that earned the pale imp a punch to the face. Landing on his back Striker clutched at his cheek with a grunt of pain when a shot rang out followed by the demon giving a grunt then crumpling to the ground revealing a gunshot to the back of his head. Striker’s eyes grew wide as you emerged from the darkness slowly becoming visible again, butt naked. Kneeling you put your pistol on the ground to help Striker sit up, eyebrows knitted together in concern at seeing the red mark on his cheek already swelling.

“Are you alright?” You asked still ignoring your naked state

“Yeah…I’ve never seen Ya do that before,” Striker stated, arching an eyebrow towards you.

“What? Oh, the invisibility thing… yeah, I can manipulate my scales to blend with my environment unfortunately I need to be out of my cloths,” You explained caressing your fingers lightly over the mark on Striker’s jaw making him wince.

“I’m not complainin’,” Striker chuckled

“Ha-ha, I’m sure you’re not. Hold still…I’ll get dressed and get you something for that,” You instructed pointing at Striker’s cheek.

You got dressed then grabbed some herbs from your duffle along with a mortar and pestle, grinding the herbs into a paste while Striker watched on in fascination. You smeared the concoction onto a cloth then handed it to Striker instructing him to place it on the injury which he obeyed with out argument. Settling back down the two of you fell into silence for a while until Striker broke it that is.

“Yer far more interestin’ then I could have ever guessed,” Striker commented absently as he pulled the cloth from his face.

“Ha, you have no idea,” You retorted with a laugh

“I look forward to figurin’ it all out,” Striker scoffed with a smirk

“Hmm, I look forward to informing you,” You smirked back

Scooting a little closer to Striker, you leaned in till the two of you shared a gentle kiss. You looked forward to the adventures the two of you would have despite the potential danger

#helluvaboss #helluvabossfanfiction #helluvabossStirker #Malereaderinsert #Striker x male reader #action #adventure #humor #fanfiction

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bluehandscalzonepersona · 1 year

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Scream the Pheonix: Wrath and Sloth (Male Reader insert) - Part 4: That's Simply not Possible (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1328716635-scream-the-pheonix-wrath-and-sloth-male-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MikeStealin&wp_originator=WCX0RHNjTq1Kg447DESi76woPwhmzlqgq3%2BIbTu1oBF3fAW3Ya77hMEy%2BT7pYulAbn7p0yXqN5EJREe7EVauDvc5HWY1%2FukBhfIr3gBHg%2B4lVnsieGutPIHeJNO5Tgqs Sidney Prescott's mother was killed, the killer presumably arrested. But demons return when the true murderer continues killing a year later, and this time, they're after the daughter. Even worse? There's not just one killer, there's three. (You are a Ghostface in this fanfiction)

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noxnephilim · 2 years

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@tsunderedoctor @dressroba @werewolfsupersoldier @genshin-simpact @sherlockology @abd-illustrates @professionallydeadinside @malereaderinsert @fuckyeahonepiece @cyborg-franky

#sending love ❤️

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prince-y · 3 years

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Male/Genderneutral Reader inserts

REQUESTS OPEN

I will write Fictional Males x Male and Genderneutral Readers! I will write every character I know down below, so people can request.

I decided to also write smut, but only for aged up characters or characters over 18.

Characters:

BLACK BUTLER

- Ciel Phantomhive

- Alois Trancy

(I don't think that the butlers are capable of loving, so.)

- Finnian

- Bard

TURNING RED

- Any male character (Yes, 4☆Town too, simps.)

RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

- Any male character, but please no human x animal stuff, I see you. Human AU's exist.

THE LEGEND OF ZELDA (ANY PART)

- Link

- Any other male character from various TLoZ parts

SALLY FACE

- Sally

- Larry

- Travis

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

- Any male character

YURI ON ICE:

- Yūri Katsuki

- Victor

- Yuri Plisetsky

ATTACK ON TITAN

- Otabek

- Eren Yeager

- Armin Arlert

- Jean Kirstein

- Connie Springer

- Reiner Braun

- Bertholdt Hoover

- Erwin Smith

- Levi Ackerman

- Marco Bodt

NARNIA

- Edmund Pevensie

- Peter Pevensie

- Caspian

HAIKYUU

MY HERO ACADEMIA

- Any male character, including the adults

- Also every male character

DR STONE

- Gen Asagiri

- Senku Ishigami

- Taiju

- Ukyo

- Tsukasa

- Chrome

DEMON SLAYER

- Zenitsu

- Tanjiro

- Insosuke

- Gyuu

- Sabito

OMORI

- Every male character

SUPERNATURAL

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

- Five Hargreeves

- Luther Hargreeves

- Klaus Hargreeves

- Diego Hargreeves

STRANGER THINGS

- Ben Hargreeves

- Viktor Hargreeves

- Any male character

TWILIGHT

- Edward Cullen

- Jacob Black

- Jasper Hale

- Emmett Cullen

ONE PUNCH MAN

- Saitama

- Genos

STUDIO GHIBLI

- Haku

- Howl

THE RISING OF THE SHIELD HERO

- Ashitaka

- Any other male character you can think of

- Naofumi Iwatani

- Ren Amaki

- Itsuki Kawasumi

ALICE IN BORDERLAND (LIVE ACTION)

- Arisu

- Karube

- Chishiya

SEVEN DEADLY SINS

- Every male character

METAL FAMILY

- Glam (Sebastian)

- Dee

- Heavy

- Chive

SAIKI K.

- Saiki

- Kaidou

- Nendou

HARRY POTTER (+marauders era)

- Every male character

ASSASINATION CLASSROOM

- Every Male character (Except Koro-Sensei, unless you'd like to request some kind of human AU)

NORAGAMI

- Yato

- Yukine

- Other male characters

HUNTER X HUNTER

- Kurapika

- Leorio

- Gon

- Killua

OHSH

- Every male host member

FREE

- Haruka

- Makoto

- Rei

- Nagisa

- Rin

MIRACULOUS

- Adrien

- Luka

- Marc

- Nathaniel

- Nino

BNA (BRAND NEW ANIMAL)

- Shiro

NO GAME NO LIFE

- Sora

DISNEY

Flynn Rider (Eugene)

Prince Naveen

Prince Charming

Christoph

Hiro (BH6)

Tadashi (BH6)

Nick Wilde (Zootopia) (Please only request the reader as an animal or a general human AU, but no animal x human stuff.)

TOKYO REVENGERS

Any male character from Encanto (Except Antonio.)

- Mikey

- Draken

(I don't really like writing abt the other characters.)

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

- Hiccup

- Snotlout

- Tuffnut

- Fishlegs

A SILENT VOICE

- Ishida

- Tomohiro

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leonelt · 3 years

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Male Saiyan Reader X Naruto (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/gXbNEJue5bb What happens when the Saiyans were eradicated? Only one had managed to survive; his name was Y/N. His pod went through a wormhole and never got to his destination: Earth. But he did, even though it doesn't quite seem like ours. This is the world of Naruto. I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF IT'S PRODUCTS.

#dbz #ino #malereaderinsert #naruto #sakura #sasuke #temari #books #wattpad #amwriting

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❀ rq: hey can you make a jj maybank x male reader where the reader is kook and the rest of the pogues don't know they are together. But then how will they find out? I hope you will understand what I wrote

m!reader

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜ ❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

a kook and a pogue. a divided group that despised each other for the most part. but, that didn’t change anything for you and jj. you were a kook, and as a kook, you were expected to only befriend kooks. sure, you could interact with the pogues, but that didn’t mean you could actually hang out with them.

though you were a kook, you decided to date a pogue. and though jj was a pogue, he decided to date you. you were different from the other kooks, at least in his eyes. you weren’t a rude, bragging ass-hat like most of the other kooks. you were sweet and friendly, radiating good energy and lighting up any room you went into.

but since your guys’ relationship was.. forbidden in a way, it had to be kept a secret. you didn’t mind since you liked having jj all to yourself. his dorky, sweet personality was what really made you fall for him, excluding his pretty, blonde hair.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you and jj were out by the docks, watching the waves and enjoying each others company. his arm rested around your shoulder as he spoke to you, occasionally looking in your direction to give you a smile.

“y’know, i’ve always wondered.. can blind people see in their dreams?” he asked, turning his head to look at you. you chuckled a little. at this point, you were used to jj asking dumb questions every now and then. “i dunno.. why don’t you go ask one?” you said, faced slightly scrunched from the sun beaming in your direction.

he shook his head and laughed, focusing back towards the waves hitting against each other. “maybe i will..” He muttered under his breath. you scooted a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh. he smiled, kissing the top of your head before facing forward once more.

it was silent for a while. but, it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was more of a peaceful silence. the two of you just enjoyed being by each other, listening to each other’s soft breathing along with the waves.

you both were too focused on the waves to hear a group of people calling from behind you. “jj, there you are man! we’ve been looking for you!” john b shouted out, running up towards him. the sound of john b’s yelling made you both shoot your heads back, which made john b, along with the rest of the small group stop in their tracks.

“holy shit.. jj, is that m/n l/n..?!” kiara shouted. to say she was shocked was definitely an understatement. you both quickly got up, “wait, guys, it’s not what it looks like! i can explain!” jj shouted back as he looked at the group with a disbelief expression on their faces.

“jj.. you.. a pogue.. is hanging out with.. a kook..” pope spoke, looking at both of you as he tried to connect the dots. “i know, but listen! m/n isn’t-..” But before he could explain, he was quickly cut off by John B. “Hold on, is that your hoodie, J?” He asked, pointing out the fact that you had one of jj’s hoodie’s on.

You looked down on your attire. Then at the group of pogues. Then at jj. “okay, if you guys could just listen for a damn second!” jj yelled slightly, enough to get the groups attention. “look, I know what you guys are thinking, okay? But seriously, m/n isn’t a bad person like the other kooks. h-hes kind, smart, and not to mention super hot.” He said winking at you, leaving the feeling of a hot sensation creep up onto your cheeks.

the group looked puzzled, but still allowed jj to talk. “To be honest, he’s like the only person I trust with my life.. and if you’re wondering, yes we’re dating.” he said, taking your hand in his and slightly pulling you closer to him. “and if you guys can’t accept that, then just.. fuck off.” jj sighed, looking at the group, but more specifically in their eyes to see if he could find any disgust lingering in them.

but instead, john b smiled, walking up to jj and placing a hand on his shoulder. “jj, my man.. we’re happy for you.” a small smile crept onto jj, “actually?” he asked. “yeah, of course.” kiara chimed in. “sure, we were definitely shocked when we saw you with m/n, but if what you say about him is true, then we’re happy for you.” kiara smiled at him.

“oh, okay good.. because if I’m being honest, I really didn’t want you guys to fuck off..” jj smiled, relieved that his friends weren’t gonna leave him because of a stupid misunderstanding. you as well, sighed of relief, happy that his friends accepted your guys’ relationship.

a/n: erm i kinda cut this fic off short since I’ve been gone for so long.. and cuz its just been sitting in my drafts untouched.. anyways hoped u enjoyed!

#male reader #gay #malereader #male!reader #malereaderinsert #jj maybank x male reader #outerbanks x male reader #jj mayback imagine #outerbanks #outerbanks fic

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A/N 1: I want to thank you all. Those of you who were here from the start. Those of you who have come along during the ride. I’m glad you’re all here. When I started this blog, I never imagined I could meet milestones or celebrate occasions like these. There was no ambition nor expectation, but you guys have exceeded any metric I could have put in place by moonshots.

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You find her by accident, a mess of leaves and crushed branches, illuminated by the light of the rising sun, propped against the enchanted back fence of your home. It’s only this enchantment that keeps the wood from collapsing beneath the weight of her feral form, that diverts the rare uninvited guest elsewhere, though with how far off the main road the cabin is, it’s practically impossible to find it without knowing the unmarked path.

She isn’t bleeding. She’s breathing. Her heartbeat is steady. That much you can tell almost instantly, a product of your enhanced senses. Yet still, she bristles like a rabid dog, fangs bared at the slightest sound, and for a moment, it’s almost a question of identification; is it really her? You’ve never seen her so haggard, so clearly unkempt and bothered even while transformed. But no, that streak of cyan fur, that silver chain tied about her neck—no doubt, it’s Seungyeon. Dark, predatory eyes glow with hazy irritation, and she snarls when you take a step closer before whimpering, doubled over and shivering as though doused in ice water.

Her temperament is suddenly thin, short, though as a human-born-werewolf, she exhibits vastly more manipulation of her curse than most of her kind, even during full moon shifts, rendering her capable of maintaining her genuine consciousness even when transformed.

Then she growls again, her haunches tense, and it becomes enough for you to question her stability, her control—could she have been drugged? No, she certainly would’ve sensed such an underhanded tactic. For a moment, you almost even reach for the silver sword over your shoulder before you relax, shake your head. After all, you wouldn’t try to kill her regardless.

“Seungyeon,” you say, and you manage to keep your voice nonchalant. “You in there?”

She stops. Eyes you warily. A quiet whine escapes through her muzzle. She stands on shaky limbs as black fur recedes and bones snap; a groan, mixed between human and animal, tears from her throat, guttural and pained. By nature, transformations are agonizing, and you look away until you can hear her labored breathing, the sounds of a distinctly human body on the grass.

Still, it’s clear something is wrong.

Slowly, she emerges in a crouch, unclothed and bare, sheltered only by the decency of thorny twigs and torn vegetation. Discolored red and yellow leaves fall from her tangled hair, and she covers herself the best she can with frail arms, with a ragged and torn cloak.

“You’re a mess,” you call lightly, lips curved into a smirk.

“Fuck off,” she bites back, and her eyes furrow into a glare, her mouth shaped into a scowl. You’re more than familiar with this expression, her annoyance unhidden from behind a veil of maturity and composure. “Is your alchemist here?”

“Flint? He’s on his way to the next town. Something about a favor to repay.” You shrug, though concern knots itself into worry in your stomach. “Until he gets back, I’m all yours.”

“How unfortunate.” She manages a small smile, tight-lipped and disappointed, and though her words are framed as a joke, there’s still a tinge of truth in her expression. You certainly can’t blame her sentiment; with as much as you know about taking care of yourself, taking care of others requires a stable, logical, and cautious mind.

None of which apply to you.

“Seungyeon,” you start, and she trembles beneath a light breeze, goosebumps rising on her pale skin, “are you hurt?”

The seriousness of your tone surprises both of you, and from where she’s crouched on the ground, she locks her gaze onto yours. Flickers of light glow in her eyes, a conscious curiosity, an appraising gratitude, but mostly a swirling hunger; it howls ravenously, cries louder, louder, until it’s near bursting.

The connection snaps almost as soon as it’s made, the vortex of color wrenched away, and the mossy ground suddenly captures all of her attention. “I—no, no, that isn’t it. I’m fine, but…could we go inside?”

There’s no hesitation, no pause before the of course slips from your tongue; though she glares at you when you help her get to her feet, it quickly becomes impossible to ignore the warmth of her body pressed to your side, her hand tender in your grasp as you loop an arm under her shoulder.

“Inviting yourself into my home?” You chuckle beneath your breath, shake your head. “Never thought I’d see the day you actually want my help.”

She huffs through gritted teeth. “Neither did I.”

It makes you laugh, the redness of her face, as you stumble through the door together and she quickly detaches herself from you—even quicker, she rushes into your kitchen, snatching the nearest glass of water without a second glance before she drinks like a wanderer in the desert, her throat bobbing with every gulp, her head pitched back. When she stops, she grasps the sides of the cup with both hands as though afraid to drop it, sheepishly avoiding your eyes, your raised brow, your mouth agape with an unspoken warning. Her elbows lean against the corners of the sink, and for a moment, you think she’s going to vomit right then and there down the drain.

Definitely too late to tell her that wasn’t actually water.

“Ugh, fuck,” she groans, and she sighs, eyes closed, unmoving, her back facing you. No vomit, thankfully, though she certainly isn’t out of the woods yet. “That was not water.”

You smile, and it’s all you can do to refrain from panicking, bustling her over to the examination table for a checkup. It isn’t a full moon for another week, and she seems crazed, restless, and…and…fuck, you can’t help but think that Flint would know what to do if he were here. What potions to brew, what remedies to make, what to say and what to do. You’re the monster hunter, after all, not the scientist or the medic, and you don’t need any more blood on your hands.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, and your voice is a hum. Smooth but unsure. Harmonious but dissonant. You’re almost scared to hear her response.

Now she fidgets. The cup rotates in her fingers, and the tips of her ears grow pink. Still, she doesn’t turn to look at you. “I’m…well, I was just in town nearby, um, preparing for the full moon, and—fuck, I just—it’s just so…”

She stops. Spares you a glance over her shoulder. Her face turns a vivid shade of darkened fuchsia from the tip of her nose to her cheeks. Then, almost imperceptibly, she mumbles, “I’m going into heat.”

Oh. Oh.

Your hands suddenly feel clammy, and your body stiffens. Dammit. Now you have to get another drink to quell your nerves.

Seungyeon seems not to notice, too focused on tamping down her instincts, brushing stray locks of hair behind her ears. “It’s always—it was just really sudden and, well, I needed a place—somewhere safe to stay. You were closest, so this isn’t…”

She stops. Blushes again.

You cock your head, though you know perfectly well what she’s talking about. “Isn’t…?”

“...it isn’t what it looks like, okay?” she mutters. “I just need to wait it out and I’ll—” she takes a deep breath “—I’ll be fine.”

The words echo around in your head as you stare blankly at her, at her tiny pout, her guarded gaze, the hint of exasperation on her lips almost as though daring you to say something stupid, something crude. But more obvious are the details you’d previously ignored—the suppleness of her lips, the curvature of her torso, the bead of sweat trailing down her slender neck and further.

“R-right. You’ll be fine.” A fool, you think. You’re a fool. But the agreement comes out before you can stop it, a slightly stammered, “You can take my room down the hall.”

She nods. She sets the glass down. But the fog doesn’t quite lift. No, if anything, it settles more heavily over her, a pall of confusion and attraction settling in the atmosphere. She glances up, down, up, then down again. With her teeth and fists clenched, you suddenly realize you can hardly even see the color in her irises.

“Seungyeon?”

Reality overrides her reverie, and she quickly leaves, stumbling haphazardly until you hear the click of your bedroom door behind her. Creaks escape through the cracks, and you think you can hear her pacing back and forth until a soft whump comes; she must be lying in your bed. The thought makes your throat go dry, your pulse thumping in your ears.

But not now, you chide yourself. You push them away for a moment to think, think, think. What could possibly help her? Leatherbound books on your desk are suddenly flipped open, the pages turned with hurried perusal as you go from firesnap to witchbane to dragon’s blood. All sorts of holy concoctions, exorcism spells, even a stray page of smoothie recipes. Nothing even remotely useful. For all the clutter lying around, it’s shocking how little of it serves any purpose.

You busy yourself with sorting through some of the mess, at least. Anything to keep your focus away from Seungyeon. You have half a mind to leave, to go out for a walk and isolate yourself from her, but what if she wants water? Food? What if she calls for you? What if she wants you to help her—

You swallow down a feverish breath, wipe a few beads of sweat from your brow. The air’s suddenly much too thin, your breathing shallow.

Concentrate on the task at hand. Try to, at least. Papers shuffle in your hands as you stuff them in cabinets. Books wobble as you hold faded, crumbling spines long enough to place them on shelves. You wash her glass enough times to make it glow in the dark. Even a broom, hidden in a supply closet, finds itself in your grip as you sweep the dusty floors. The tediosity is perfectly distracting, empty, and yet still when a sound carries from behind your bedroom door, your head snaps to it like a shark on the scent of blood.

A soft rustle of sheets. An even softer moan.

Morning light casts a sparkle upon the freshly shined marble countertop, the wooden floorboards, though your hard work is long since forgotten. Instead, your imagination takes over—vivid, sensual, overactive. The thought of her touching herself on your bed makes you crumble just that little bit more, and surely by now, you’re not even sure which of you is really the animal.

No, you think. No, no, no, no. You should leave her alone. She needs to rest, to recover. She needs to calm down before you can talk to her. But how long would that take? Hours? Days? Weeks? How long could she hold herself together before shattering into a million pieces, pushing through your defenses like she could crash through your room?

Your legs disobey you. One step, two steps, three steps. Then you stop, just outside the dented and nicked edges of your room; your eyes widen when, this time, it’s the creak of oak that startles you, and Seungyeon appears on the other side, frowning. Nevermind your covers wrapped around her body like a robe, a heavy coat, the patterned design a sharp contrast to the smoothness of her sweat-misted skin peeking out.

Your smirk turns nervous, and the temperature rises in your blood as she stares at you hungrily, like a predator. “Everything okay?”

Her teeth grit together as her gaze scorches through you. “No,” she snarls. “I can feel you through the walls. Hear you. Smell you. It’s driving me crazy.”

Stare dumbly into her half-lidded eyes, and you’re suddenly seized with an urge to kiss her. Everything feels too sensitive, too hot, too much. Frustration laces through your muscles, filled with intangible tension. Was this what her heat felt like?

“Ah. Sorry. It wasn’t my intention to—”

You stop as she curls a fist around your collar, the fabric of your tunic shriveling in her grip. Every inch of her seems to tremble, to vibrate with suppressed energy; you can hardly breathe, though you’re unsure if it’s because she’s choking you or if you’re taken aback with how close she is.

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t move. Her grip is deceptively strong for her size, though if you wanted to free yourself, you could. One hand comes up, gently places itself over the trembling back of her hand.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I just—I want to help you.”

Her lips are puffy, almost swollen with the press of her teeth, and you can tell she’s confused, wavering.

“I…I can beg,” you offer, half-joking. “I can take control. I can be a brat. I can pin you against this wall and take you until we both snap. I can let you tie me up and tease me for days, if that’s what you want. You just have to tell me. Tell me what you want from me.”

Each word grows more emphatic, stronger, bolder, until you’re pressing against her knuckles. Your chest rises and falls as she thinks, does nothing but stare, stare, and stare some more. Something, you think. Anything but this, this dead silence.

Give me something.

The gluttony in her eyes dims, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. “Are you—you’re not…scared?”

“Please,” you laugh. “Scared? Of you? You’re little more than a puppy, Seungyeon.”

Her free hand rears back for a slap before you catch it in your grasp, the arrogant curve of your lips turning soft, reverent, honest.

“I trust you,” you whisper. “Do you trust me?”

She pauses. She doesn’t seem to think, to contemplate, not at all—instead, she crumbles, pulls hard, and warmth blooms like the sun in the sky, too fast to register, blistering and hot. It scalds you, that heat, leaves you insensate, roiling in turmoil, as her lips collide with yours and her strength catapults you into your room. One spin leads to the wall, your back slammed against it, pushed up like a rag doll. It knocks the wind from your lungs for a moment, though even once the world stops spinning it’s stolen by hungry kisses, ravenous hands, searching teeth. Blindly, you kick the door shut, and she finally breaks away, gasping and flushed.

“Fine,” she pants. “I trust you. Fuck me. Now.”

“Okay, right, o-okay.” You can scarcely recognize the babbling voice as your own.

She presses into your flesh, tearing off your armor, your clothes, biting and nipping at every inch of exposed skin, your brain melting beneath the flood, swept away by the sudden wash of warmth erupting all over your body. Your fingers find coordination on their own, a self-minded desire that you don’t realize until she flinches against you, mewls into your mouth; the wetness at the tips of your fingers tell you all you need to know.

But more telling, surprisingly, is her haste to the bed. You’re in tow, of course, of course, but your clothes still vainly cling to your body until you hear the telltale rip of fabric. You don’t even have the time to whine before she’s yanking you over her, forcing your limbs into a tangle.

“I—fuck, I’m ready.” She quivers as one finger, then two fingers slide easily into her. “I want you inside me.”

She’s hardly finished speaking when you curl your knuckles inside of her, your lips drawn into a wicked grin. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Seungyeon.”

“Damn it, you—” Her fingers tug at your hair, wrench your head away from between her legs roughly, harshly. “You little bitch.”

Her eyes burn like embers, constant and relentless, before everything disappears into a smothering kiss again, and again, and again. Clothes disappear almost as quickly as your thoughts, and it takes but a matter of moments before your cock finally presses against slick folds; neither of you make a sound when you dip in slightly before pulling out. She bites a nail, eyes glassy and glazed, her hair a mess of tendrils in every direction.

But then, lucidity returns, and you hate it. You hate the roiling fear, the doubt that grows tenfold in your mind, whispering louder than Seungyeon can gasp for more, please, more. What if this is a mistake? What if she never wants to see you again after this? What if you hurt her irrevocably, irreparably, unforgivably?

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

“Seungyeon,” you mutter, your teeth gritted, “are you sure about this?”

Her eyes, dulled with a sense of drunkenness, suddenly snap back, angry—no, furious. It’s enough to flip you over, one hand over your throat, every cell of your body vibrating with her passionate energy, the fiery fever of desire consuming the both of you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice comes out as a harsh grate, pierced by a hiss as she sheathes your cock inside of her pussy with one thrust, her hips bearing down against yours just a pace shy of murderous. The bed can hardly stand the force of her movements, and the sound of skin on skin resounds in what little awareness you have left in your ears. “I said,” she groans, her hands digging into your chest, “fuck me.”

There’s no breath to speak with, no space in your lungs for anything but her scent; the rising light of the sun casts her in an orange glow, a warm luminosity in contrast to the unforgiving pace of her body. It’s a race. An earth-shattering, heaven-shaking, world-ending race to the finish line, and she pulses wildly around you even as she nips at your flesh, marks you over and over again. Your arm. Your collar. Your shoulder. Your chest. Your nose. Your cheeks. Your ears.

“Mine.”

The one word falls from her lips, the rest incoherent as your cock stretches her wide—she relishes the searing pleasure with a moan, an eye-rolling sigh before she focuses on the task at hand: riding you.

Black in. Black out. The world spins and jostles about you as she leans in close, takes a nibble on the shell of your ear. Every inch of you feels hypersensitive, amped up like you’ve just drunk an augmentation potion, though most of what you feel comes from the wetness squeezing your shaft, coating it thoroughly with every thrust. She impales herself on you, faster than you would ever have thought comfortable, one hand pressed firmly against her clit as her eyes shut, sweat rolling down her face. You’re so caught up in her carnal beauty, you almost don’t realize it when she starts to squeeze her fingers around your throat.

It starts soft, gentle around the sides, slowly constricting your ability to breath until you’re wheezing, groans no longer squeaking from your throat as she fucks you into oblivion. Your hands clench around her wrist, her forearm, but you’re not struggling. No, you’re just barely holding on to your sanity, just like how she’s finally starting to fray at the edges, come undone in an unintelligible mess.

“Gods, y-you’re big,” she whimpers, though the late realization doesn’t slow her, doesn’t make her back down. “You’re…mmm, so fucking deep.”

Glance down, further down, just a bit further, and you can see your cock. Watch it as it splits her between her legs, as she cries out with every slam of her hips. Watch it as you thrust up, eager to please her, to give her every inch and more. You bury yourself as far as you can each time, more than happy when Seungyeon wails, limbs shaking before regaining control of herself.

“Shit, yes, yes, yes, you’re going to make me—!”

You’d scream just the same as her if you could, if the oxygen in your body was adequate to support a sound. Instead, you manage to squeeze your hands tighter around her arm, your eyes shutting as—

She breaks. And with her fall, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, catastrophic and elegant, you collapse with her, erupting inside of her with no restraint, no words, not even a sound to match her wordless sigh. Your cum paints her insides white, purified by the slick of her pussy sloshing around in a messy mixture of fluid inside of her, but you don’t care. Neither does she.

But even in her twitching, quivering moment of release, she isn’t done; far from it. The race of her heart beneath her chest and the heaviness of her breath say otherwise, but with legs locked tight around your waist, she doesn’t let you retreat or withdraw from within her.

So you roll over. Shaky arms and legs tremble in your grasp as she suddenly lies on her back, your cock still buried in her folds, soaked and sopping wet. It’s your turn, yes, but hesitation still keeps you pushing her too hard, a hand tracing along her forehead, sliding down her nose to cup her cheek in your palm.

“Feeling better?” you ask, and she leans into your touch, lets her teeth nibble at your thumb as she whines. Your heart melts beneath the scarred flesh of your chest.

“More,” she whispers. “I still need more.”

The feral heat diminishes, flickers weaker, but it’s definitely still there; amber light burns in her eyes as she cants her hips upwards, pulls you further under her spell. “Don’t be gentle.”

So slowly, momentum builds and the rhythm returns.

A half-beat shy of rushing. A showy cadenza with feigned improvisation. Fucking Seungyeon isn’t a meticulous plan, but it isn’t random either. No, you bottom out inside of her with intent. You kiss and nip at her collar with intent. Your fingers pin through her hands, hold onto the backs of her knees with the utmost care, and yes, intent. Through it all, she can only gasp as the air in her lungs is crushed with every wave of fullness, of satisfaction coursing through her veins. She can only bite her lip to restrain her wanton moans. She can only lie there and take every inch of your cock, savor every sensation that burns through her body.

And she takes you so well, her insides clenching and flexing around your shaft. Her knees push towards her shoulders, her body folding beneath the pressure as you pound her into the mattress, as peripheral thoughts scatter into nothingness.

“Is this what you wanted?” you pant out. “Did you want me to fuck you, fill you up like this?”

A squeak falls from her lips as you slam down again. “Yes, yes, I—”

Her words grow slurred, inaudible, and her nails bite into your skin; her teeth sink into your neck as you fuck her, losing yourself in the monotonous pleasure, the tide of incessant ecstasy soaked in your veins. Trapped in the minutiae of every moment, in the lilting cries of her voice, in the delirious haze of her heat and your own frenzied state.

So you drown in her. Her scent. Her taste. Her texture. She drives you crazy, you think. Crazy enough to make you clean the house. Crazy enough to make you break your oath. Crazy enough to fuck her straight through one of her heats, blinded by whatever twisted feeling binds you to her side.

“Oh gods, s-shit, fuck—that’s it,” she hisses, gasping. “B-break me in, use me, breed me, breed me, breed me—ungh!”

Your cock silences her again, her eyes rolling back as you let a hand trace along the quivering, sweat-slicked surface of her thigh, down, down, down until you can feel the fluttering walls of her pussy clenching—she tenses as your fingers find her clit, gently rubbing circles, one on top of the other on top of the other until she’s breathless and gasping and flushed, her toes curling in the air, her legs trembling until, oh—

She cums again without warning, squeezing your cock desperately, hungrily drawing you deeper, deeper, deeper into her womb as you fuck her through the aftershocks, your pace ticking down to a heavy, steady andante before you break down with her, rope after rope of your seed filling her to bursting. The excess squeezes past the plug of your shaft until you gently fuck it back into her, and her legs slide off from your shoulders to press into the small of your back. You sigh.

Then, a demand. “F-fuck, more, please, I need—mmf—need more.”

Suddenly, she’s up again, rolling over until you’re underneath, still buried in her painfully tight pussy, her eyes alive and hungry: terrifyingly vibrant. She’s not done, you think. Not by a long shot.

Your cock twitches.

I’m so fucked.

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When you wake up, it’s impossible to remember it all, a haze of lurid pleasure and bashful fulfillment, more a fever dream than reality. For a moment, you even consider the details, the finer points of it all: how exactly did she look on top of you? What vulgar encouragement had she called to you as you tugged on her hair, took her from behind? Was it even over? You had half expected her to emerge from her slumber beside you and fuck you into oblivion again with false promises of just one more time.

And dammit, it’s morning now. Again.

The water running down your throat does little to soothe your exhaustion. After all, Seungyeon had literally fucked you for an entire day.

But you can’t say it hasn’t been worth it.

Make your way back to your room, holding an extra glass of water, and Seungyeon only reaffirms that, eyes closed, buried beneath shredded tatters of blanket. You might have mistaken her for being asleep if she weren’t sighing, legs moving restlessly, her hands nowhere in sight. A shame that the blankets are still on, you think.

She notices you quickly, unfortunately, yelping and pulling the covers up to her chest, blushing when you laugh.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” you tease, setting the glass of water down on your clothes drawer. “Feel free to make yourself at home.”

A roll of the eyes. She pretends to be exasperated, at least, so dignity might be at least somewhat preserved. On some nonexistent, purely fantastical level, of course.

“Hand me the glass?” she asks. Still, she doesn’t move from where she is, carefully covered and modest beneath your piercing gaze. Her tongue flickers out, lapping over lightly chapped lips, though when you don’t move, she ups the ante. “Please?”

You smirk. “Good girl.”

Even a tomato couldn’t hold a light to her complexion now, you think, though your present attention occupies itself with capturing her lips while your hands take the finished glass away. Sigh when you break apart and her hand rubs up against your semi-hard cock, her lips shifting to find a space on your neck she hadn’t yet desecrated. It isn’t particularly distinct, only this time, there’s no haste. Her breath is steady and even, a gentle tickle over your skin. You can tell she’s focused, softer. Her kisses fall like secrets, and an urge to laugh suddenly seizes you.

She feels your smile in her hair, the shuddery vibration in your lungs, and sighs, sheepish. “Can you go one more time? This should be the last to break my heat.”

A waggle of the eyebrows. A quirk of the lips. Your shaft jolts in her grip, and now you laugh. “You said that last time. And the time before that.” Still, you press in closer, palm her tender chest beneath your hand, pebbled nipple poking at your palm.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” she snarks back as she stretches, her body arched into yours, taut and supple. As if you could ever tell her no.

So wordlessly, you pick her up, put her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed; she shivers at the contact, the touch of your fingertips ghosting over her back and thighs. Still sensitive, of course, though the heat-addledness has faded, and her eyes burn with rich color, with something akin to affection, with a coaxing tenderness that says I’m here, completely here.

“Hurry up,” she pleads, her head dipping down between her arms, pressed against the mattress as her hair splays down her spine, “and stop teasing.”

One hand reaches over her waist, fingers slipping into her for but a moment, and she jolts, sinks into your grip as kisses fall like rain upon her silky skin.

“Hm,” you hum. “I can’t help it.” Thumb at her belly button, hooking your arms under her thighs, pulling her flush against the stiff length of your cock; she mewls when you slide over and dodge the resistance of her cunt, molten lava against her flesh. “You’re even cuter when you’re flustered like this.”

She laughs, breathy and swift, her head tilting around to squint into your inquisitive eyes, to boldly meet your gaze until softly, you press your lips to hers. Chaste. Patient. Sweet. Almost too much so, in that you partially forget that you have a responsibility to fulfill, a desire to satisfy.

That laughter turns to a sigh, heavy in your mouth as your cock slides into her, eases past the fluttering folds of her pussy, leaking from the edges as she sinks into the bed further.

“Gods, yes,” she hisses, her fists clenched and her eyes wide, her head buried in the covers, rocking back and forth with your thrusts. “Y-you’re so…mmf, so fucking big.”

And you’re slower this time. More patient. Whether the change in tempo is a result of your previous overwork, or whether it’s an artistic decision of the subconscious, it feels different. Less hurried, obviously, but more honest, more revealing as well.

This time, you can savor the stretch better. The way she holds you inside of her, the way she twitches and quivers with every thrust, the way your cock pushes all the way through up to her womb. Your hands maintain a tight grip on her hips, pulling her back onto your shaft as she drifts away, drifts down into the same abyss of completion the two of you have been finding and refinding for hours upon hours.

“Y-you’re so fucking good,” you groan, though the words spill out more like a ramble. “You’re the fucking…mmm, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Seungyeon.”

She manages the strength to raise her head off the mattress for a moment, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she rolls her eyes at you. “You’re such a liar.”

Ignore her defiance, her refusal to believe you; actions speak louder than words after all. And, you suppose, as you bend over her, one hand finally leaving her hips to tug at her hair, pulling her up off of her face, that your dick speaks louder than your mouth as well.

So you drill her. A crude term for a crude act, her arms trapped behind her back at the elbows, straining against your forearm while her head is limp despite your grip on her hair. There are no sheets to bite, no excuses or shield to hide behind anymore; she moans. She’s loud and unbecoming, certainly, a mess of a woman, but it doesn’t matter. All either of you can care about is your cock bottoming out inside of her, railing her hard enough to make her see stars, and that she’s sucking you in so hungrily you might burst.

“S-so deep, so deep, yes!” she sobs, her mind a blur as your cock stirs through her again and again and again. “I-It’s so…gods, I can feel you in my stoma—!”

Cut off, she wails as you yank her hair harshly, bend her over backwards; she tightens precipitously, body strung tight as you relinquish her arms and wrap your free hand around her neck until she’s sputtering for breath, eyes rolling up into her head, her fingers latched tight around your forearm.

“You tiny thing,” you pant out, though your lips still manage a smirk. “I’ve given you so much…s-so much cum already. And you want more?”

She nods weakly, squirms in your grip, trembling, her mouth open and gasping; she quivers and quivers, a delicate piece of glasswork held in the palm of your hand, balanced on the tip of your cock.

“P-please—ah! Ah, f-fuck, I—”

“Then cum for me,” you whisper, coaxing her gently, but with no less magnitude than a demand. “Make me give it to you, every last—shit—every last drop.”

That porcelain shatters into a million shards, her body limp and tense all at once, and her knees buckle from under her as she tumbles from your grasp, falling face first into the bed; her hands claw at nothing, muscles spasming as you follow her in climax. Fuck her through it all, hips churning like a train without a conductor, an orchestra with no maestro, though life is still buried inside of her pussy, plowed into her tummy, and her hands come to rest over her abdomen, to feel the warmth bursting inside of her like the sun.

And then the world comes spinning back into focus, with emphasis on the “spinning”; you roll off of her to let her breathe as the ceiling fades in and out of focus, your chest heaving and your cock spent. She’s no better, certainly, releasing a mouthful of stained sheets and with cum bubbling out from between her legs. She ignores it though, to turn over and press her forehead to yours. A smile. A hum. The slightest flick of the tongue makes you ache, though you’re certainly too exhausted to keep going.

“You beast,” you laugh as she leans in to kiss you lazily, “give me a break, at least, before you defile me again.”

“Defile you?”

She’s incredulous, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, defile me. Desanctify, desecrate, corrupt, taint. My innocent soul, pure as snow, stained by desire as vivid as blood,” you lament dramatically. “Not to mention my dick.”

“I didn’t taint your dick—“

Catch her hand midway through cradling your flaccid cock; her eyes go wide and you smirk.

“Well, I sure wonder who and what made my dick feel like it’s going to fall off.”

She swats you off, bites her lip and blushes as her chest presses against yours; a breathy chuckle echoes from her lips before her hands reach down slowly, skittering along your arm until your hand is in her grasp, a finger caught gently between her teeth in a playful nip.

You yelp before you gasp, “You and your biting. So barbaric.” A pause. Then, a grin. Sweet, sweet realization hits, and opportunity presents itself, too enticing to resist. “Wait, is this some wolf-claiming shit? Am I your mate now or something?”

She scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t even break the skin.”

You waggle your brows at her, smiling wider.

“Do you want to break—”

“No! Gods, no, that’s not even a thing, you oaf.”

Laugh again, louder, when she finally looks at you, opens her brilliant eyes to stare into yours, the features of her face softened and tender. For now, at least, she’s not pissed at you for something or other, and it’s an odd change of pace; you’re more than accustomed to her irritation with your nonchalance, her disapproval of your flippance, and yet here you are, lying naked in bed together, so very refreshed.

“Feeling better now?” you ask as you hug her closer; she shrugs, burrows her head into the crook of your neck further. A deep breath in. Out. Try to calm down, even if Seungyeon makes that task as hard as humanly possible.

“Mm,” she hums into your skin. “Thank you.”

Another soft kiss. Her silky smooth hair draws a satin curtain over your skin. And dammit, she’s making it really difficult.

So you pause. Bite your tongue. And, ah, yes, now you can think semi-clearly again. No tits, no ass, no adventurous limbs to test your patience.

“Don’t mention it,” you reply smoothly. Your efforts of the past moments go to waste as you open your mouth again, every neuron of courage firing in your brain as you say, “We should do this again sometime.”

At the mention of sometime, Seungyeon stiffens. The air seems to go stale and rot, her presence suddenly tense beside you—it’s hard not to notice the imperceptible tightening of her lips, the fall of her smile. It’s as though the Sun blinks out for a moment, radiant light dimmed to a flicker.

“You’re not worried about your dick falling off?”

You’re okay with a werewolf? A half-breed? A mutant?

She doesn’t say it, no, of course not. Neither do you. But the question is still there, vulnerable and honest. It’s the first time she casts off her cloak.

But you’re not nearly as eloquent.

“I’m a contract killer and monster hunter,” you smirk. “I can take care of myself.”

I don’t give a fuck.

Cup her face in your hands before your fingertips trail down to her wrists, lifting them until she gets the point, and her arms are no longer deadweight, her eyes no longer transfixed upon the ruination of your bed.

“So adorable,” you murmur. “So pretty.”

She only pouts in response. “Shut up.”

When your teeth take her gentle flesh into your mouth, you’re careful not to indulge too much. It’s not a weird thing, not something overly drawn out or profound; it’s just an affirmation. Oddly enough, it’s intimate in a way that words couldn’t possibly describe, barbaric in a way that pushes past the bounds of animalistic sex, mindless fucking.

“Next time,” you assure her, just as you’ll reassure her, over and over and over again.

Seungyeon nods. Then she smiles, and it feels like a promise.

“Okay. Next time.”

A/N 2: Whooooo! Thanks for reading!

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tybg48 · 5 years

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Misunderstanding.

Show: Riverdale

Pairing: Veronica Lodge x Male Reader

Scenario: from the beginning, you and Veronica weren’t the best of friends. The two of you were the total opposite. Her being the daughter of Hiram and Hermione Lodge and you, being from the south side where there was crimes, drugs, and the serpents gave you a bad image especially the way you acted and dressed like greaser/biker type of person. From the beginning you two were bound to find each other annoying but later on became friends. But what happens when one day you finally got the courage to ask her on a date and on that night over at pop’s you see her laughing and having a good time with Archie?

There you were, standing there with a bouquet of roses, looking over to your left as you watched Veronica who people either called 'V' or 'Ronnie',the girl who when you first met, found as another of those snobby little rich princesses but who would later change your perspective of her and eventually grow on you and befriend and lead you to unexpectedly fall for her. There she was, sitting right next to Archie, who you considered your close friend, someone you trusted, there he was sitting right next to her, they were both laughing and seemed like they were having a good time. He knew that you had a thing for V, so did Betty and Jughead. You had told the crew besides Veronica of course that you had feelings for her. This was something you wouldn't admit to at first since from the start, you and Veronica weren't the best of friends, in fact you two would get on each other's nerves and found each other to be non-compatible. Her being the little princess of Hiram Lodge and you? You were simply another of those greaser type of guys from the south side of town, all rough and rugged.

"Shit, you know what? This was a bad idea" you muttered to yourself and quickly left the bouquet of roses on the table with the note you left for Veronica to read and left Pop's. This garnered the attention of Archie and Veronica, Archie saw you leave a bit pissed and sad and mentally slapped himself since he knew that you must have got the wrong idea and was talking to Veronica to pass time since you were running a little late and once you got there, he would sit from afar to make sure things would go smoothly between you two since you weren't really the romantic type.

"Crap, he left!" Archie said as he got up as he went up to where you left the roses.

"What? I thought he would be here any minute. Why would he leave?" At that moment, Veronica saw the bouquet of roses that you had brought her and picked them up carefully and was taken back by how beautiful they we're. A note had fell from the roses and she picked it up to read.

"(Y/n) must have got the wrong idea when he came in, man, I really done it this time and messed it up." Veronica felt a bit bad since you had asked her on a date to pop's and had Archie observe just Incase you needed that extra support since you could become a mess when it came to love. She took the note out of the envelope and began to read it.

Dear V,

I've got you these red roses, since red roses stand for passion, desire and true love. You know I'm not that good at these type of things but I want to say is that I want you, I desire you, I desire your love. It's funny how at the beginning I would have never thought about ever being with you or even catching feelings for you but it happen. So please give me this chance, let me be with you, let me win your heart.

-Sincerely yours truly

(Y/n/n)

"Ohh (Y/n)-kins....." Veronica was surprised by the note. She was hoping this little date between you two would lead to you both getting together since she herself was hoping you would make the first move but I guess that chance was ruined from a misunderstanding. Veronica grabbed her small purse and the roses and left to go maybe find you over at your place.

"Archie-kins, please give me a ride over to (Y/n)'s place. I have future relationship to save." She said with a determined smiled. Archie agreed and gave her a ride over to the south side were you stayed.

Over with you, you were outside of your house smoking a cigarette thinking if Veronica still had feelings for Archie and if she was simply giving you false hope. You knew the two had history together since you had witnessed their relationship and everyone else who knows them. You finished the cigarette since you knew that was one thing Veronica did not like you doing and had always bugged you about since she hated the smell and knew it was bad for you. As you threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to stop it from burning more, you heard the sound of the truck coming in on your driveway and the lights glaring at you then you seen it was Archie with Veronica, she gets off with the roses you got her and starts walking your way with a sad expression as Archie leaves.

"Look (Y/n), I'm Very Sor-" you had stopped her knowing what she was going to say.

"Look V, it was foolish of me to ever think that I would have a chance with you. I thought we had something going, I mean, the reason I asked you out to pop's was that I want to be with you." You said.

"I figured. I was actually hoping it would end to that." She said as she handed you the note that you had left for her when you would give her the roses.

"You know the other night when I took you back to your place? When we were about to kiss? I thought to myself that you had moved on from Archie and that I now had a chance with you but I guess I was wrong. I guess you still have a thing for Archie. I seen you two over at pop's together laughing and having a good time when I was walking in for our date." She went up to you and grabbed your hands.

"You have it all wrong (Y/n), it was a misunderstanding. Archie was talking to me since he was waiting on you to come since he would be observing things would go good for you and simply wanted to pass on time by talking to me."

"Oh really? He told you that? Pfft, I didn't need his help." You said trying to seem all tough.

"Oh really?~" She said smirking.

"Yeah really." Still keeping you tough macho act.

"Well he told me that you weren't so great with romance and wanted to make sure his friend wouldn't mess up.~"

"So you really mean it? You're over Archie?" You asked.

"Yes I am, we're just friends now. What do I have to do to prove to you I'm telling the truth?~" you smirked and pulled her close to you and leaned in for a kiss. She was surprised at first but eventually melted in to the kiss. The kiss lasted a bit but pulled away before things got too heated since you two were outside of your house and your neighbors would see.

"Wow (Y/n)-Kins, I didn't know you were such a lover boy and would make the first move.~" She said as she looked lovingly into your eyes as you still had her in your arms.

"What can I say? I know a thing or two when it comes to romance." She giggled at you on how you were acting.

"What do you say (Y/n), we go back to my place and celebrate our new profound love? My parents are gone for the night and It'll just be the two of us alone having fun.~" you smirked and knew what she meant.

"Sure, hop on my bike and let's head to your place.~" you gave her another kiss and the two of you got on your bike. You turned it on, revved it a few times and sped away to your next destination with Veronica holding on to you you. You were happy knowing that you had finally got her. What turned out to be enemies getting on each other nerves, turned out to be love. Who knows, maybe all that annoyance that each of you had for each other was actually pent up tension between you two that needed to be released so you two could get together. All that matter was she was yours and you were her's now nothing more.

The End.

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just--another--daydreamer · 5 years

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Yoo happy birthday!!! Much much love, money, health and all that jazz! I love your blog and work by the way 😍😍😍

Thank youuuuuu!!!

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fungifaggot · 4 years

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First Time

“Virgin!Ryo Asuka x Male reader

Request: I was wondering if you would consider doing another but about when he looses his virginity to top male reader? ;)

Warning: Soft smut

Word Count: 1392

A/n: Thanks for the request b, sorry it took fucking forever.

+ like, comment, reblog, or request (Please).

Or don’t.

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“I’m ready” Ryo panted out making your eyes widen.

“Are you sure baby, there’s seriously no ru-”

“I’m ready.” He responded sternly, pulling you back in for a kiss.

You smiled against his lips and grabbed his waist, kissing him deeper.

You knew how big of a deal this was to him considering how difficult he could be when it came to intimacy.

Ryo was already quite vulnerable around you, but it took a great deal of time for him to get to that point. And you were willing to continue to be patient.

You were going to take it slow, making sure he felt all of it. You wanted his first time to be memorable, you wanted his first time to be good.

You guided his hips against yours in a grinding motion, feeling his cock twitch and start to harden against yours. Making you eager to continue. You took a firm grip of his ass and moved him onto his back. Taking a moment to catch your breath as you moved your hands up from his waist and let them drift under his shirt, lifting it up further the more you explored.

You pulled it off of him and took the opportunity to attack his neck. Kissing right below his ear then down his neck, forming goosebumps up his torso. You nipped at his skin and started to suck making Ryo gasp. His chest rising and falling quickly beneath your finger tips as they ghosted over his nipples.

You marked his neck until it was a dark purple, then proceeded to his collarbones, then down to his chest. Giving his nipples a slight pinch before taking them into your mouth.

He arched his back and let out a raspy groan as you continued to make your way towards his v-line. Once you were met face to face with his waistband you looked up at him, waiting until he gave you a shy nod.

You gently ran your finger over his clothed cock making it twitch before you took it into your hands and palmed him through his boxers. Enjoying the way his eyebrows furrowed while he struggled to control his breathing.

You pulled off his boxers and gently rubbed your thumb against his slit before placing a soft kiss to the tip, making his hips jolt forward eagerly. You pushed him back against the mattress, holding him in place as you went back down on him.

You lightly sucked on the tip and took a hold of his length, stroking him achingly slow.

You started to sink down on his cock. Taking in more each time you bobbed your head, until you eventually reached the base. You sucked him off slowly, taking his entire length in and out, while also reaching back to unzip your pants. You licked up the underside of his shaft dragging your tongue along his tip. Sinking it into his slit while you started stroking him faster.

After taking a long inhale, you easily sunk back down on his cock. Deep throating him at an increasing pace until he came hard and fast. His hand tangled in your hair trying to pull you off, but you refused to move, letting him fill your mouth with cum.

You took a hold of his thighs, and pushed them up so that his feet were near his head. Staring directly into his lust filled eyes you stuck out your tongue, letting every drop of his semen fall from your mouth and onto his virgin hole.

Ryo’s cock began to harden again just from the sight.

Taking your index and middle finger, you began to spread his seed around. Adding more pressure the longer you continued. Eventually adding in one finger, pulling it in and out giving it a few curls, looking for any sign of discomfort before adding a second, and repeating the process. His face had scrunched up, but fell neutral and you finger fucked away his resistance.

You added a third finger after you felt he was ready and stroked his cock slowly til’ he was fully hard again.

With a whine from Ryo, you removed your fingers to pull out your cock. Watching as it bounced out and smacked against your stomach once you ‘released’ it from your boxers. You grabbed a lubricated condom from the bedside table and rolled it on in one swift motion.

Once you were done you looked back up, only to be met with Ryo’s angry eyes. Who was now sitting up with his arms crossed, pouting like a young child.

“Why haven't you taken off any of your clothes.” He asked with a huff.

Causing you to roll your eyes and peel off your shirt when you realized that he was right.

You could feel his gaze on you as you proceeded to take off your pants and boxers.

“Anything else I can do for you princess?” you asked with a smirk, now standing naked. Batting your eyes at him, laughing when he scoffed and narrowed his.

You wrapped your arms around his legs and ungracefully pulled him off the back board and back into his previous “deep stick” position, making him yelp and scowl at you.

That is until he felt you line up with him, teasing him with the tip of your cock, before pushing past his entrance.

He immediately hissed, making you pause and place gentle kisses on his skin as you cooed out calming words. You played with his cock and rubbed his sides, attempting to distract him while you pushed in the rest of your length.

Once you bottomed out you haulted, giving Ryo a moment to adjust to your size before he eventually gave you confirmation to continue.

Using every ounce of self control you continued to fuck him at a very slow and steady pace. Thrusting until you could feel his resistance begin to fade.

“Go faster.” he finally said.

Without responding, you fully pulled out and rammed back into him.

“Nngh...” He cried out as he reached around and gripped onto your back like his life depended on it.

You continued to thrust into him, steadily increasing the pace. Trying desperately to repress your desire to split him in two.

At this point Ryo was a wreck. His nails dug deeply into your back, peircing your skin as he cried out in pleasure.

Your moans, the bed creaking, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air. Only for it to get louder and louder as you started to thrust even faster.

Precum began to dot his tip, only encouraging you to angle your thrusts in search of his prostate.

Knowing you succeeded instantly when he threw his head back and let out a raspy moan.

“Oh god. T-that felt good.”

His hands pulled you closer, as he dragged them down, causing a delicious burning sensation to spread across your entire back.

Ryos mouth hung open as it released silent moans. Drool dribbling from the side and down cheeks as you pounded him into the mattress.

You felt his legs stiffen and start to shake, his grunts grew louder and more frequent as he arched his back and clawed at your back.

He was close

You started to thrust faster, fucking him relentlessly making him to damn near scream as you abused his hole.

“Ah~ ah~ ah~ AHHKK” he moaned out as he came hard with the help from a few strokes to his shaft.

His arms fell from your back and his legs went limp as he finished riding out his orgasm.

You pulled out and stroked yourself until you came all over his chest. Leaning down to kiss him once the blurred vision and waves of pleasure faded away. That is until you realized that he had already passed out.

You smiled at his peaceful resting face, before getting up and hobbling over to the bathroom to find a towel.

You came back with a towel along with some pain killers and a glass of water and set them down on the nightstand.

You wiped all of the cum off of him and planted a gentle kiss to his sweaty forehead before you proceeded to lay down next to him.

He immediately rolled over and cuddled into your chest making you sigh contently.

“I love you” Ryo murmured out in his sleepy state of mind and burrowed himself deeper.

“I love you too” you whispered back. Closing your eyes and pushing your nose into his hair as you happily fell asleep with him in your arms.

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